The Prelude
D-Why Lyrics

It's my turn to break through the scene
Writin' these lines I'm fulla caffeine
I tried one way then I tried another three
It seems like there's no room for poetry
But I'm not an-gry, hey maybe it was me
I made a small impact though it seems
The preferred method is to add a beat
Spit for a fee, then drop the EP
I come from overseas, but not originally
Dallas is where they planted my seed Add 20 some years then I had to flee
In an attempt to escape my insecurities
If you don't know me well now you will
Then devour my music, it's a 6-piece meal
With no dessert, til I feel you deserve it (ha)
Now turn the beat up it's time you observe this
So
This where I do some tough talkin' or somethin'
I don't know
See I'm kinda new at this
So...
lemme just say
That...
My music'll have you noddin' ya head
And pretty soon you'll pick me instead
Of some other guy, Mr. So-and-so?
Don't give a fuck, I'm just tryna make bread
Then cheese, add some lettuce to it
I'm workin' on a vegetarian sandwich
I pledge, no more corny lines
My rhymes should be on the cutting edge
Speakin' of that some call me the Jack
Of all Trades, remember that fact
As I trackback on the flack I got smacked
Now I clapback gettin' back on the right track
Don't slack, or even sleep on me
If art is a lock then I'm the key
Now hold your head and count to 6
If hip hop is broke, then Ima fix
With my bag of tricks, what a healthy mix
Of brokenness, chicks, and dirty politricks
Can't help but keep ya mind transfixed
But plenty of folks already on my dick
In that other place, I moved the goalpost
Swag like Swayze (Swayze) but I'm no ghost
Wanna book some shows goin' coast-to-coast
And live the life of a insta-ho
Cuz I don't really know how they get that dough
It seems like all they do is show
A few pics showin' off some ass n tits (oh my!)
But damn, they got some nice figures though
And so, that's my current plan
I wanna get big and earn a Stan
Say man, you know I'm just playin'
But it's silly that weed is still banned
Oh shit, you think the police can (yup)
Hear me? I'll hop in my van (what?)
And make haste, get ina high speed chase
Go South, sell weed to the Ku Klux Klan (haha)
But see you can't stop it
Too many states have earned a profit
I'm DC but without the liars
I'll slap Sessions (Jeff Sessions) and his corporate buyers
Again, it's those guns for hire
Gotta admit I kinda admire
Decades of unarmed folks expire
By their hands yet no jailtime's acquired
My desire, is for them all t'get caught up
Turn them into Akon, singin' Locked Up (Locked Up)
Make 'em wish for no bunk cells
Cuz the inmates will make 'em pay back for this hell